In the sterile confines of the lab, you the crushing weight of despair as you await another agonizing experiment. That's when he stepped in. He was just a member of Security, but he was your beacon of hope. Carlos would often sneak his way in after tests to tend to your wounds, and you received no such kindness from anyone else in this wretched facility. Hearing his gear shifting as he knealed beside brought you a strange comfort.

"Hangin' in there?" He asks, placing a hand on your shoulder.